Ah, I know myself well- one year ago I started this damn thing and didn’t even take the time to keep it.
Silly me and my promises to myself.
I WILL do this now, because— well fuck, I’m happy, life’s pretty peachy, and well, I want to keep record of all the awesome stuff that doesn’t suck.
Ergo- A TUMBLR OF NOT SUCKING.
apologies & apathy: memoirs of a paparazzi
Friday couldn’t have come soon enough. I’m tired, and unapologetically listening intensely to the ‘Tiger Woods Anouncement’ strangely eager to see if he plays the Masters this year.
Way to get people interested in golf again. Scandals.
Here is attempt two of creating a blog (not forgetting the password) and sticking to what I continuously promise myself I’m going to do. I keep telling myself “This will be the one I keep.” but it never works to my advantage.
I need some outlet, otherwise I’m going to drive myself insane. Oops. Too late.
I find it so frustrating that even as little as 3 years ago I had the ability and the mental capacity to keep a well thought out journal. Hell, even some of my entries, if not trivial and useless, had good elements of writing.
I’m trying to keep this promise to myself, if not just for the new year, but for my sanity, to seriously keep this. (I know, I know, I keep saying that!)
Ergo- here’s attempt # 2
I’ve spent the last couple of days in this weird rut. I do this from time to time, not sure where it comes from. A lot of it I guess is just anxiety. I’ve been over analyzing a lot, and find myself without any drive or passion for anything. I want to just sleep, all day. Seem to be happier in my dreams most of the time.
I think at this stage in my life, I should be a little more organised, a little more ambitious, a little more sane.
Life comes at me in waves. Kind of like how the 80’s has come back, and now it’s on it way out again. I keep having repeating waves, happy, depressed, doubt, fear, excited, insane, (insert all appropriate adjectives here.)
I have a few doubts in my relationships. It feels one-sided quite a bit, and even though I know that is just my fear talking for me, it still puts me in a really akward place mentally.
Maybe I need some sort of therapy. I need a hobby.
